Footsteps echoed through a wide chamber, and a malicious voice spoke.
"What a disaster this all is. The Ankhansu know our secret. Everyone knows our secret. We've lost business. All we have are our… assets. Anything to say for yourself, Scyodon?"
These words left the grinning lips of Arumabi, new head of the Ori'Vo. He sat atop a divine white throne, lightly tapping his fingers on the armrest. Arumabi had skin akin to caramel but a darker shade, a small round face and sly eyes, his teal iris locked onto Scyodon.
"An error such as this can be easily fixed, dear elders.." a deep voice spoke quietly, the footsteps coming to a halt, two more pairs of feet doing the same shortly after, stopping a few feet behind Scyodon. Scyodon glared up at the throne, his eyes full of contempt and rage. He spoke again, this time his voice booming with adamancy. "But placing Arumabi on the throne is NOT the way to do it!" Scyodon stood taller than Arumabi at a height of 5'9, long, silky black hair running down beneath his shoulder blades. His golden eyes glared, force erupting from his being and blowing his hair up, as well as his clothing, a simple red cloak and white cloth pants.
"Are you challenging me, Scyodon?!?" Arumabi asked quite loudly, pushing himself out of his throne and bracing his being before laughing, only for Scyodon to interrupt him.
"I've beaten you before. I'll slay you this time," Scyodon grimaced.
"Times are different now, cousin," Arumabi spoke with a sly, maniacal grin.
Scyodon pushed off his left foot, his black hair quickly growing in length and turning white; his nails grew into claws similar to a black panther's. He ran up the steps that led to the throne, pushing off and performing an axe kick towards Arumabi.
Arumbi could only scoff, as Scyodon took just long enough for him to fulfill some requirements. "Connotation: Impact!", Arumabi shouted, a translucent hot pink wall slamming into Scyodon and hitting his entire body and throwing him to the ground.
"Connotation..?", Scyodon asked curiously as he stood up, seemingly unphased. As he braced to go again, the pain hit him all at once, causing him to heave. Arumabi had more than enough time to act.
Throwing his right arm outwards, waving it at Scyodon, Arumabi furrowed his eyebrows as he gazed at the downed, but quickly recovering opponent. "Connotation: Slices", he said with the movement of his arm, five ethereal blades coming down from over Scyodon's head.
Scyodon swiped his right arm up, shouting and repelling the blades away. Golden Anthem sparked from his body as he shouted, flickering like a newly lit flame and growing to encompass him, as if he were a flammable candle. He took on a golden light of brilliance, huffing as he pushed off to charge at Arumabi again.
"There's your issue, Scyodon. You never change." Arumabi shickered, preparing to release another Conjuration.
However… Scyodon was faster.
"Tether!", Scyodon burst out, throwing his left hand forward and sending an arrow tipped string towards Arumabi's stomach, piercing and sticking it in him. He then tugged, pulling the injured male to him; Arumabi let out a sickly laugh before coughing up blood, now bleeding internally. Though he knew he was more powerful, it was a mistake to underestimate his opposition. Though, it was here when another entered the fray, her knee slamming into the right side of Scyodon's rib cage and making him release tether, as well as throwing him about 10 feet away. "Are you alright, Arumabi?", a feminine voice spoke out. Arumabi simply nodded, violet anthem flaring up across his abdomen.
"We should stop them, Cysko," a female voice said full of contemptment. She turned to the Elder beside her, then facing the two who were behind Scyodon, who took some steps back but maintained their composure.
"No, Espura. Let them fight. At this point, it's their only option…", the male spoke again, sighing and shaking his head.
Golden anthem then burst, flooding the room as Scyodon then balled his hands, gathering the anthem and slamming it into the ground, a rippling wave of Anthem barreling towards the injured Arumabi; the aiding female simply widened her eyes, then slamming her own ball of anthem into the ground to combat the other's, only to grab Arumabi and moved him out of harm's way. "He's still dangerous. Be careful."
Arumabi gritted his teeth, then released a nasty chuckle. The room could feel his intent, and the temple grew cold. "His wife and child arent dangerous, though," Arumabi said with a malice filled grin plastered on his face.
Scyodon now had two choices. Act, or surrender. Of course, he chose to act.
But unbeknownst to him, Arumabi still had a trick up his sleeve.
"Denotation: Bomb." Arumabi spoke, and a violet ball of Anthem swirled behind Scyodon, his wife and child behind him huddling together. Quickly, Scyodon leapt towards them, releasing his Anthem to shield them, another Anthem presence rising from the two in defense. However, they were far too late.
With a quick explosion, the ground shook and the temple quaked, the wife and child being sent flying across the room, holding one another in a tight embrace.
"Ryuuba!," Scyodon shouted, his tone that of both sadness and madness. He glanced at the bodies, quickly returning his attention to Arumabi. His golden eyes widened, adrenaline and rage coursing through his system. "Perish!", he shouted, clapping and releasing a wave of anthem towards Arumabi.. Though, it was futile at this point.
"You're on the wrong side of history, Scyodon."
Arumabi grumbled, his aid repelling the incoming anthem with her own once more.
"Denotation: Get shredded!", Arumabi shouted as Scyodon proceeded to charge again, only for a violet net to manifest before him, flying towards him too fast to react. His face lost its primal rage expression, which was now that of acceptance. He was the weaker one now. And just as fast as he realized this was game over, the net of anthem had cut Scyodon down, shredding him into a bloody mess of cubes. The Elders could only look down, keeping their thoughts to themselves and realizing…. Scyodon really lost.
Arumabi made his way back to his throne, slowly, before sitting down. Blood dripped from his mouth and he held his stomach, leaning his head back and releasing a satisfied sigh. "Now, I would say lets talk business… But I know you're alive, Senkai," Arumabi said with an exaggerated head roll, now looking towards Ryuuba's corpse.